Educational Philosophy Parody On Theme For English B

The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you-- Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple? I am twenty, an average girl, born in Chicago. I went to school there, then here, Florida. Fifteen years, I’ve been to school Two more, I still got Before I’m done and in school again But by that time, I’ll be the teacher It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me There are so many theories So many philosophies Well, just five But that’s enough when you’ve got to prescribe to one or two or three or four or all five At twenty, my age, I’ve suffered them all Teacher-centered essentialist classrooms Rows of students paralyzed in fear at no kitten but rather Of a rather fat cat dressed up in a test booklet I’ve been a victim of perennialists Holding within a “great book” a great book. For all the eyes behind her head, Teacher couldn’t see my copy Of Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging inside of my copy of The Iliad One day I walked into a progressive classroom The teacher put us all in groups We built a robot and learned About torque, levers, and voltage I’ve been privy to social reconstruction Now that is motivation To seek and find a problem Then to seek and find an answer My mind was never idle in that class In the class of an existentialist I drank cool water She let us be And was our friend Being me, I can never be you Or Ms. Wild Or Ms. Green Or Mr. Melvin Or Ms. Kilic Or Ms. Miller I can only be me And with being me, I will carry every philosophy I am product of them all Of the tests And old books Of the group work And activism Of the simple, free classroom that played my kind of music and turned me into Da Vinci For an hour I’ve learned from all of them I guess they all learned from me And now we’ve both got something true A living, flowing, breathing philosophy This is my page for Special Topics